.: Senja :.
She simply acknowledged Cavalia by pinning her ears menacingly against her skull. She had hoped to come here by herself--no bachelors, no lone mares, no herds, just her alone. But would nature allow it? Of course not. This was just her luck. Running wasn't an option; though she looked stunning, her eyes felt heavy and she felt as if she would collapse, even if you couldn't really tell. She was very tired, and wanted nothing more than to surrender to sleep, but she was parched and had to get a drink.







